But you're just going to have to deal with that, now aren't you, Mr. Anderson?
I have Kennon Ai 40 somewhat typed. For some reason inspiration is NOT hitting me. Like, at all. I honestly don't know what's wrong. I know all I do is make excuses about it and stuff, but it really is the truth. And it's not like I've been inspired to write other things, because honestly, I've only written one song in the last...well, entire summer.
I am considering submitting a set of lyrics that I've compiled together because they all sort of fit hand-in-hand, and if that can hold you over for the next KA then I guess I can manage.
Writing, summer reading, and a driving test are all sort of stressing me out. I NEED to know how to drive in a place like this (you might as well become a hermit if you don't have a car) more than anything right now, and summer reading...I'm almost done with that. I just need to finish a REALLY confusing and irritating mythological story and I'll be done. I don't think Edith Hamilton knows how to explain things properly. But I'll get through it. I now have a passionate hatred for Oedipus and the Royal House of Thebes.
Oh, and I beat Free Bird in Guitar Hero II. That means I have to beat every bonus song including the fearsome Jordan (Buckethead is God, but his technicality lacks any sort of emotion, and thus, I can't play Jordan in expert without failing miserably. THERE IS NO ROOM FOR MY FLAMING PASSION IN THAT SONG.) Yes, it's possible for me to have a flaming passion for something...
But anyway. Time to stop talking.
Roflcake, out. cheese_whine
DEL!R!UM · Tue Jul 17, 2007 @ 08:01pm · 0 Comments |